Another October has come to a close, just few more hours and it will be gone. It has been a month of many colors, most of which are now scattered across the yard. High in the branches of the oak tree a leaf or two bravely hold, but resistance is futile. Squirrels scamper through the branches jumping from one tree to another, and the winds grow increasingly cold. Tomorrow we will awake to November.
A fire in the wood stove drove out the dampness this morning. I kept it going on into the afternoon until I forgot about it in my quest to get dinner on the table. Mom remarked on how dark it was outside at 6:30 pm. Little does she know that next week when we turn the clocks back it will be so dark by 5:30 pm.
My days of taking off in search of autumn are over for another year. I have been blessed beyond measure with opportunities to capture the paintbrush of the Master Artist at work this season. Soon His brush will wield another color and my photos will turn white.
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